Out here where the holler hits harder than hell,
We ride dirt roads like we’re raisin’ rebel spells.
Straight out the 606, no shame in that dirt,
Got Beam in my cup and mud on my shirt.
Chrome pipes growlin’, Hank on blast,
That Dodge don’t purr — it rips right past.
We light bonfires like we light these nights,
Tatted and twisted, we don’t live right.
Yeah, we wild, we rowdy, and we don’t play nice,
Raised in the woods where we earn that life.
Catfish bitin’, whiskey on ice,
Say what you want — we ain’t takin’ advice.
Windows down, middle fingers up,
Speakers blastin’ outta that jacked-up truck.
Ain’t tryin’ to change, fuck what they say —
We were born wild and we’ll die that way.
Tatted from my knuckles to my mother fucking chest,
Got stories inked deep I ain’t told the rest.
I’ve fucked up, fought hard, stayed high for days,
But I stand ten toes in my wicked ways.
Bonfires crack and the whiskey flows fast,
We burn it all down just to make it last.
Ain’t no preacher gonna save my soul —
I was born a rebel and I’ll be a rebel when they put me in that hole.
Yeah, we wild, we rowdy, and we don’t play nice,
Raised in the woods where we earn that life.
Catfish bitin’, whiskey on ice,
Say what you want — we ain’t takin’ advice.
Windows down, middle fingers up,
Speakers blastin’ outta that jacked-up truck.
Ain’t tryin’ to change, fuck what they say —
We were born wild and we’ll die that way.
You don’t like the ink? Don’t look, bitch.
You don’t like the sound? Then flip that switch.
This ain’t for the soft, the fake, the clean —
This here’s for the dirty, loud, and mean.
Yeah, 606 runnin’ through these veins,
Out here we don’t play no fucking games.
We’re backwoods bred, redneck proud,
Cussin’ too loud in a rowdy-ass crowd.
Dodge truck rumblin’, music blastin’ Hank,
Rippin’ through mud like a fuckin’ tank.
We ain’t changin’ — we like it this way,
Born wild in the 606, where we motherfuckin’ stay.
Adubb
